"Road From Niflheim"

Set about your staunches
Delicate hands on delicate objects
Wont lift your hand from
The bowl of grapes back to your chest

Thy shield is thy cunning
Thy runners are running
But that wont save you at all from
Everything that is coming

All of your riches
Will not save you
From everything
That is coming

The king is fat and old
The king is so middle of the road
Wont lift his hand to hold
The chalice of wine to soothe his throat

Thy shield is thy cunning
Thy runners are running
But that wont save you at all from
Everything that is coming

All of your riches
Will not save you
From everything
That is coming

On the road from Niflheim

Oh

No

Thy shield is thy cunning
Thy runners are running
But that wont save you at all from
Everything that is coming

All of your riches
Will not save you
From everything
That is coming

On the road from Niflheim

Ho hum........I see rhyming is no longer a thing around here.Just kidding BIB....You know I love your songwriting.Just dropped in,ever so briefly to say hi!I do have a song to post,but why bother?It'd get buried by certin people flooding this site......

Yeah, I know. That guy is getting very annoying. Thanks for the feedback. And if you you read through it again you'll see that it does rhyme... sort of.